[Round 1: Pat Stay]
Man, my last stage battle... can't even explain the feelin'
Just so much love, you know what I mean? I left, happiness through the ceilin'
I pull out my phone to make a video about my life and just how blessed it is
My brother's callin', said, "Mom has cancer. Got three months left to live."
I said, "Wait, how? Since when?"
He said, "I've known for a few days now.
She just wanted you to have a good battle." I break down
Face drowned in tears; I can still taste it this day now
I'm losin' my fuckin' moms, bro! And it's stage 4; it's too late now
That event was early June; she passed late September
It's crazy to think we were both battlin' on our last stage together
I held her hand through her last breaths; I'll carry that pain forever!
So when I get a call and hear, "Real Sikh..."
Nah, fuck it! That made this better
Shouts to 6 God
I'ma send him to Sikh's God; this a match made in Heaven!
The road is up
I'm Loaded Lux in the bow and tux
Pfft! Blow the dust off my shoulder
Adjust this folded cuffs, cold as fuck
White boy rage; I be goin' nuts
Basket case! Put this snake charmer in the cobra clutch
Listen, bitch! You think Ion't know whassup?
All I'ma say...
Tellin' ya angles to people was an awful mistake
You tried to be all friendly wit' me; I knew in my heart it was fake
Whole time, his hands behind his back, sharpenin' the shank
He got it twisted! Thought I could get charmed by a snake
Now, look at 'im—tuh! He's rattled, he's startin' to shake, he's nervous
The Game's tattoos: it's hard to erase
He can't cover up them butterflies with a star in his face
Look at ya idol!
I used to like you
You were humble... honoured and modest
Won a couple lil battles and got all Bollywood on us
Sayin', "No respect for the legends!"
Oh, I should Indian burn you right now!
Son of a bitch!
I was the first one biggin' you up, holdin' you down!
True story: I watched his Danny battle wit' a couple my homies around
I'm showin' them, proud
Like, "Yo, this new guy is one-a the dopest around!"
Danny goes first, chokes—I said, "Ope! He fucked up now!
Real Sikh's gonna flip it on 'im! Buckle up! It's goin' down!
Ooh! ... Oh. Didn't even mention it. Wow."
"What, ya boy's an amateur or somethin', Pat?" "Man, just trust me. Settle down."
Danny goes again, chokes again! The whole fuckin' round!
He don't say shit! Embarrassin' me in fronta my buddies now!
But for some damn reason, I fuckin' believed 'im
Not all these new era dudes can't freestyle—well, most of 'em
Long story short: round three, Danny quits; I look at both of them
I said, "Oh, shit! Woo! Any second now, Sikh should start roastin' 'im!"
"He should take this angle, say this to 'im"—I mean, in my head, I start coachin' 'im!
"Come on!" "What, a guy in a turban can't rap off the head?" They're crackin' jokes at 'im!
I'm losin' hope in 'im, he still ain't sayin' shit yet
I saw the ghost in 'im and haven't looked the same at Sikh since
What happened, bro?
You said you write a verse a day; you should be fast as fuck!
He's just unnatural; it's over-rehearsed
Well, I'ma put 'im in the backa one!
Pack 'im up!
"No respect for the legends." I should smack 'im up!
I could give you a thousand examples of who he been tryna jack his swagger from
Like Mike P... "The white me."
Boy, you got it down pat... you sound just like me
Look at me go wit' that Booker T tone
Always lookin' like he's 'bout to grant you a wish with this mean pose
Well, peep game, genie: I'm the fuckin' cheat code!
You know you 'bout to get bodied, right?
Canadian: I am awfully nice
[? - VOD I'm using to transcribe cuts out for a sec]
[?] taught me right!
I hear a lotta Pat in his style; I'm here for copyright!
Jersey's in over his head like a hockey fight!
Man, my last stage battle... can't even explain the feelin'
Just so much love, you know what I mean? I left, happiness through the ceilin'
I pull out my phone to make a video about my life and just how blessed it is
My brother's callin', said, "Mom has cancer. Got three months left to live."
I said, "Wait, how? Since when?"
He said, "I've known for a few days now.
She just wanted you to have a good battle." I break down
Face drowned in tears; I can still taste it this day now
I'm losin' my fuckin' moms, bro! And it's stage 4; it's too late now
That event was early June; she passed late September
It's crazy to think we were both battlin' on our last stage together
I held her hand through her last breaths; I'll carry that pain forever!
So when I get a call and hear, "Real Sikh..."
Nah, fuck it! That made this better
Shouts to 6 God
I'ma send him to Sikh's God; this a match made in Heaven!
The road is up
I'm Loaded Lux in the bow and tux
Pfft! Blow the dust off my shoulder
Adjust this folded cuffs, cold as fuck
White boy rage; I be goin' nuts
Basket case! Put this snake charmer in the cobra clutch
Listen, bitch! You think Ion't know whassup?
All I'ma say...
Tellin' ya angles to people was an awful mistake
You tried to be all friendly wit' me; I knew in my heart it was fake
Whole time, his hands behind his back, sharpenin' the shank
He got it twisted! Thought I could get charmed by a snake
Now, look at 'im—tuh! He's rattled, he's startin' to shake, he's nervous
The Game's tattoos: it's hard to erase
He can't cover up them butterflies with a star in his face
Look at ya idol!
I used to like you
You were humble... honoured and modest
Won a couple lil battles and got all Bollywood on us
Sayin', "No respect for the legends!"
Oh, I should Indian burn you right now!
Son of a bitch!
I was the first one biggin' you up, holdin' you down!
True story: I watched his Danny battle wit' a couple my homies around
I'm showin' them, proud
Like, "Yo, this new guy is one-a the dopest around!"
Danny goes first, chokes—I said, "Ope! He fucked up now!
Real Sikh's gonna flip it on 'im! Buckle up! It's goin' down!
Ooh! ... Oh. Didn't even mention it. Wow."
"What, ya boy's an amateur or somethin', Pat?" "Man, just trust me. Settle down."
Danny goes again, chokes again! The whole fuckin' round!
He don't say shit! Embarrassin' me in fronta my buddies now!
But for some damn reason, I fuckin' believed 'im
Not all these new era dudes can't freestyle—well, most of 'em
Long story short: round three, Danny quits; I look at both of them
I said, "Oh, shit! Woo! Any second now, Sikh should start roastin' 'im!"
"He should take this angle, say this to 'im"—I mean, in my head, I start coachin' 'im!
"Come on!" "What, a guy in a turban can't rap off the head?" They're crackin' jokes at 'im!
I'm losin' hope in 'im, he still ain't sayin' shit yet
I saw the ghost in 'im and haven't looked the same at Sikh since
What happened, bro?
You said you write a verse a day; you should be fast as fuck!
He's just unnatural; it's over-rehearsed
Well, I'ma put 'im in the backa one!
Pack 'im up!
"No respect for the legends." I should smack 'im up!
I could give you a thousand examples of who he been tryna jack his swagger from
Like Mike P... "The white me."
Boy, you got it down pat... you sound just like me
Look at me go wit' that Booker T tone
Always lookin' like he's 'bout to grant you a wish with this mean pose
Well, peep game, genie: I'm the fuckin' cheat code!
You know you 'bout to get bodied, right?
Canadian: I am awfully nice
[? - VOD I'm using to transcribe cuts out for a sec]
[?] taught me right!
I hear a lotta Pat in his style; I'm here for copyright!
Jersey's in over his head like a hockey fight!
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